last laugh protocol

It was done.  Goddamn, did Matija love to watch a plan come together.  Everything coming to fruition... they're just doing what it takes to survive, after all.  The last laugh protocol that he'd had tucked up his sleeve, refined over the last year, and finally allowed to come alive.  It was a shame his companions hadn't been there to see it, his magnum opus to this point.  Ah, it's fine.  There's always the next one, and he's had the entire journey to think about it.  

Not paranoid, just prepared.  Matija's escape had come only after ensuring there had been no survivors, but it was careful all the same.  It wouldn't be long before someone noticed, and he was careful to leave no trace.  Sinking his raft halfway, swimming the remainder.  

Matija looked like a drowned rat as she hauled himself to the beach, shaking the sea water from his coat.  Eyes bright, taking a deep breath of the breeze that swept from the inland.  Right.  No time to rest, couldn't leave them alone for long.  Wouldn't leave them alone for longer than he needed to.  Catching the first hint of something promising, Mati takes off across the sand.  To the north and the west, inland, stride enough to eat the ground beneath his feet.